The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Ever since the start of Hogwarts, Albert's school life has been back on track.

He stopped staying up late every day, went to bed on time and woke up at seven in the morning.

On rainy days, occasionally I would stay in bed and be lazy.

Yesterday, the weather finally cleared up, but this morning it started to rain again. Well, he definitely wasn't making excuses for his bedtime.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Albert went downstairs for dinner with his roommates. The long table in Gryffindor was already full of oatmeal, pickled herring, and sliced ​​bread, and plates of golden fried eggs and fried bacon.

Pickled herring has not been fermented. After pan-frying, the meat is firm and a little salty, which is suitable for oatmeal.

Provided, of course, that no sugar or milk is added to the oatmeal.

"Good morning. Did you hear about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Angelina picked up a bowl of oatmeal with milk and sat on the chair opposite Albert.

This topic quickly aroused the interest of the surrounding students, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has always been a popular course at Hogwarts.

"What's the matter?" Albert asked.

"According to the Ravenclaw students, our first class was learning how to deal with Boggart." Angelina was adding sugar to the oatmeal.

"You mean Roger? I heard it just now, and he is still bragging about how he dealt with Bogut." George curled his lips in disdain, "As we all know, Bogut is basically no threat. The worst case is Shocked."

"Boggart will become a creature that others are afraid of. It is said that there are too many people, and it doesn't know what to become." Albert recalled, it seems that when Potter was in third grade, Lupin talked about how Against Boggart. However, considering Lockhart's scumbag, who didn't use Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense to teach classes all semester, it's not hard to guess that he's behind schedule.

"I'm suddenly looking forward to what I'm afraid of?" Albert took a bite of his homemade salted fish sandwich, thinking about what he would be afraid of.

"Failed the exam?" Shanna said, raising her eyebrows.

"I don't think he's ever worried about such a problem." Lee Jordan took a bite of a slice of bread and said inarticulately, "I think it's because of lack of money, which is to become a poor man, um, yes, become Poor man."

"I like money, yes,

But I was never afraid of becoming a poor man. "Albert said angrily, after all, it is very easy to become a wizard and have a system to make some money.

"I think it's because I didn't read books, or I became an ordinary person." Fred said without hesitation, "I bet a Nat."

"Then you must lose." Albert smiled and spread his hands to Fred, "A Nat, who else wants to bet?"

Fred clapped Albert's hand away and complained dissatisfiedly, "I haven't lost yet."

"No, you lose." Albert said with a smile. "After all, what am I afraid of, how could I not know?"

"You're actually cheating?" Fred pretended to be shocked, causing everyone to laugh.

"I think it's a busy job." George said: "After all, Albert is more comfortable than anyone else, and he definitely doesn't want to be busy with work in the future."

"This..." Albert touched his chin and shook his head in denial: "If I'm rich, I don't need to go to work, so I don't need to worry about busy work. Most people work, not for money. ? People who work with interest are very few in reality."

"So...George, Nat brings it." Fred said with a smile.

"Cough, then again, when are we going to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" George coughed dryly and changed the subject.

"Don't change the subject." Fred said dissatisfied.

"I didn't say I was going to gamble," George protested. "You misunderstood."

"How could there be a misunderstanding, we are twin brothers, what are you thinking, don't I know?"

"The first class in the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts." Angelina took out the class schedule from her schoolbag. "However, I'm a little worried that this professor will teach again soon."

"That's for sure. Smart professors resigned before they finished teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts." Albert said of course, "No one wants to get cursed and bring a lot of bad luck to themselves."

"What exactly is this curse?" Shanna asked curiously. "do you know?"

"You want to know?" Albert showed a malicious smile, "I've heard some rumors."

"Tell me, don't be a fool." Angelina urged.

"I heard that it has something to do with the mysterious man." Albert whispered.

"The mysterious man put a curse on that position." Everyone's eyes widened in surprise, "You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

"How did you know?" Li Jordan asked curiously.

"It's all rumors." Albert pretended to be mysterious, "There are still many rumors about the mysterious man, do you want to listen?"

"Let's talk." Fred was also very curious. He knew that Albert had a wide range of friends, and it was not surprising that he would know a lot of messy things.

"Okay, you don't want to spread the word." Albert pretended to be mysterious:

"It is rumored that You-Know-Who stole Ravenclaw's crown."

"The mysterious man is rumored to be able to communicate with snakes, and is the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson of Slytherin."

"It is rumored that the mysterious man is immortal."

"It is rumored that the mysterious man once opened the secret room."

"It is rumored that the mysterious man once served as the president of the Slytherin student union."

"It is rumored that You-Know-Who was once expected to be the Minister of Magic."

"rumor……"

"It feels like you're getting more and more outrageous." Shanna interrupted. "Come on, don't be late, and have the herbal medicine class in the morning with the Hufflepuff students."

"Fifteen minutes is enough," Fred said without hesitation. "We can still play wizard cards."

While Albert was watching the two of them play cards, Charlie walked towards this side and specifically warned, "There will be a Quidditch selection this afternoon, don't forget."

"Got it." Everyone said in unison.

Charlie greeted everyone and left in a hurry.

"You haven't bought a broom, have you!" The Weasley brothers looked at Albert together.

"Even if the order is not so fast." Albert spread his hands helplessly.

After Fred and Lee Jordan played another game of Wizards cards, everyone went to the greenhouse together. Their timing was just right, and Professor Sprout was opening the greenhouse door. As for the Hufflepuff students who arrived before them, it was raining outside the greenhouse for a while.

Albert followed the crowd into the greenhouse.

"I'm going to repot the mandrakes today." Professor Sprout brought a large cardboard box with more than 20 pairs of earmuffs of different colors in it. She looked around the crowd and asked, "Who knows why we need it? These earmuffs?"

"Hearing the cry of the mandrake will kill you," Albert said, seeing that no one answered, "Of course, the young mandrake will only cause a coma for a few hours."

"Very good, Gryffindor plus five points." Professor Sprout nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask, "Now, who can tell me the characteristics of Mandrakes?"

She swept to the students in the greenhouse, and finally landed on Albert.

"Mandela, also known as Mandrake root, is a powerful restorative agent," Albert simply recited the contents of the textbook, "used to treat people who have been transformed or those who have been cursed. Restored to its original state. It's also an important part of configuring most antidotes. Of course, mandrakes are dangerous, and a wizard is said to have used it to defend against dark wizards who invaded their home yard because he threw them What came out was a mature mandrake, which directly led to the death of the dark wizard on the spot."

"Exactly right, plus ten points. As Mr. Anderson said, Mandrake is dangerous, and its sound is lethal." Professor Sprout saw everyone's unease and comforted: "Of course, we The mandrakes here are so small that they are in a coma for hours at most when they cry."

"Did you eat the book," joked Lee Jordan, who sometimes envied Albert's mind.

"You saw it." Albert pretended to be surprised, "How about you, do you want to try it? It will taste better with a little soy sauce."

"No, thank you, my appetite is not as good as yours," he said angrily.

The twin brothers were giggling beside them.

"Okay, everyone, come and get a pair of earmuffs," Professor Sprout told everyone.

Everyone flocked to Professor Sprout's place, and Lee Jordan helped Albert grab a gray earmuff.

Albert took the earmuffs and said thank you.

"Now, I suddenly understand why Professor Sprout's card effect is to throw Mandrakes at the enemy." Lee Jordan muttered in a low voice, "However, your effect should be changed, maybe it should become an appearance. After that, it is more appropriate to kill the audience directly."

"You're breaking the game balance." Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"When I tell you to put on earmuffs, you must cover your ears tightly. I don't want anyone to faint because they don't wear earmuffs." Professor Sprout said with two thumbs up and continued. : "When it's safe to remove the earmuffs, I'll give two thumbs up, like this."

"The green and purple plants in front of you are Mandrake seedlings, and your task is to repot them." She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates and said, "Okay—put on earmuffs now. ."

After Albert put on the earmuffs, the voices outside could not be heard.

"I don't know if there is a tape recorder in the magic world." Albert looked at the mandrake seedling in front of him and murmured in his heart, "If the voice of the mandrake can be stored, it will definitely be an invisible massacre. It's more effective than a shock bomb."

In the wizarding world, someone might be wary of a wizard with a wand, but absolutely no one cares if you're holding a grenade.

Of course, no one will care if you have a tape recorder.

"Otherwise, take the opportunity to ask."

Professor Sprout had put earmuffs on himself, rolled up his sleeves, and grasped the mandrake leaf firmly, pulling it out of the pot with all his might.

There was a scream in the classroom.

Of course, since they were all wearing earmuffs, no one could hear anyone screaming.

What was pulled from the soil was not a grassy root like a beet, but a pale green-skinned baby, the leaves of which Professor Sprout was clutching at its head.

As soon as the little guy was pulled out, he yelled at his throat.

Now, everyone knows what Albert said about the "crying" of the Mandrakes.

Professor Sprout brought a larger pot, shoved the mandrake into it, and quickly buried it with damp compost and soil, leaving only the leaves exposed.

She clapped the mud on her hands, gave everyone two thumbs up, and took off her earmuffs.

"I emphasize again, you must wear earmuffs later." Professor Sprout reminded loudly: "I don't think you will want to miss this class, in groups of four - there are many more here. Big pots - the compost is in the bag over there."

Of course, Albert was in a group of four, and after everyone had put on their earmuffs, Professor Sprout signaled that everyone could start.

Pulling mandrakes out of the soil is a physical task, not as easy as Professor Sprout's.

It's harder than pulling radishes out of a field, and mandrakes don't want to be pulled out of the ground.

Li Jordan tried so hard and failed. In the end, it was Fred who pulled it out. The worst thing was that after this guy came out, he didn't want to go back. He clenched his fists like a living person who didn't want to be stuffed into a coffin.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Fred grinned and stabbed Mandrakes in the cheek with his finger, only to be bitten on his finger.

Fortunately, he was wearing dragonskin gloves.

George couldn't help but laugh.

Li Jordan didn't laugh. He was competing with the mandrake who was blocking the mouth of the basin with his foot and didn't want to be stuffed into the basin.

As for Albert, he used violent means to force the mandrake into the flower pot, and quickly buried it with damp soil and compost, successfully completing the first repotting.

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